Comes With The Fall

Shaking she's fearing that inside it's growing. Why can't they see? (feeding on the sunrise) Why can't they see? They're sprouting, why can't they see...they've taken their root in her womb...Feeding on the sunrise. picking my veins like a murderess murerous warmth take hold of me. Scratching through me..

Contact

You're walking down the street. You've got this white Chevy Lumina undercover. Checking you to see, they're checking your I D. 'Cause it's a fine time, it's a fine time, it's a fine time.

Comin' Back

He was down on his luck. With his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille. He had a meeting at the crossroad. But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed.

Circular Vision

Please don't let me see/so many problems and disharmony/without knowing the. reason/without knowing th facts/and knwoing that knowing can be hard to. desire/when the opposite says "releax"/please don't let me see/so much peace.

Cancion Sin Nombre

John Lennon,. Bob Marley,. Mick Jagger,. Erick Burdon, Keith Richards,. James Brown (get up). Frankie Miller Band. . James Cotton, Taj Majal,. Boom Boom Boom.

Cancion 30

Oh dulce meloda. que quito de m el alma ma. es el ritual del amor que le llaman.. . Oh dulce meloda. que visti en llanto esta poesa. dolor, depresin, dolor..

Coming In Tune

Clear

One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:. there's more than one valid way to live.. But you clutch to your absolutes, preaching with confidence,.

Cremationism

Use my body to spark the fire that will burn all humanity into less than black ash. This is the narrator's last wish. Another bleeding poet with shattered fingers and a tendency to go blind upon request.

Carnivores

*sample* "I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in". . (Necro). I'm living a mondo life packing a tonto knife it's sharp like an anaconda's bite, you get stomped in a fight. I love mentioning weapons, enter the ring steppin on your skull leave ya demented, things from reppin. Satanic like a cleric, leaving your mama hysteric, shanking your face with a kitchen knife till ya look like John Merrick, I'm full of gore, brutal like a pitbull's jaw, belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor. It's raw hype, back from the dead, crackin your head open with a pipe, gettin hype, back-up what you said. I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin, I got a grin, shanking you till I murder you coz I gotta win. Packing a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel, pull out and blast you fast that's how I settle battles. I would've loved to stick up Jesus, "Give up the bible, chopping your clique up into peices.".

Corsage Of Fresh Meat And Rotted Pride

Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend. Watch your head. Watch your step. Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate. Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above.

Corpses Of Refinement

Through birth we sign the proclamation of the doomed. We climb the corpses of refinement each day in attempt to bring us one step closer to our goal of absolute evolution.

Clawhammers And Cameltoes

You've burned your bridges and crushed all life within the world that dwells under them. Kissed a prince and created a troll. Blood will mop up but last words and warning signs last forever.

Ch / Or

With the absence of order existence is impossible. With the absence of chaos evolution is only a hallucination. Submit to the whims of your subconscious.

Calm

I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes. 500 shades of red dance with 500 shades of gray. The last festival of humility. With just enough room for a baby's first breath.

Consequence Of Power

Dont know how Ill make. Hiding in the cold. Will I die here waiting. How long can I fight. Nothing left but pride. Got to find a way. To make it one more night.

Cyanide Shot Injection (c.s.i)

We have done it too many times. You have seen us fall, seen us crawl. Seen us fighting back again and again. But as so many times before been broken down again.

Complete

Spirit let this be it I have had enough. You the mother of fear lend me my courage. And let it guide me through the fear of life. I'm begging, I'm pleasing you to complete me.

Communicate The Storms

Evolution of weakness, an elegy for leaders. A mournful tone colours you, the shade of grey defines you. As a gentle caress I unfold the words of righteousness.

Central Tunnel 8

Whatever made him do what he did?. Wanted it through oh so bad. Conscious disconnected. The thin line between right and wrong is cracked. Explained by his grim confessions.